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[girlinasquirrelsuit]

[Kit looks tired and pale. She's been working on recovering from her pounding at the hands of the local thugs, but she still has a ways to go. And she has a problem.]

Okay, cards on the table. I give up on my secret identity. Can't do it.

[Oh, for a city of a million people and a hypnotist for a partner. We never know what we've got until it's gone.]

Anyway. I understand there are some decent scientists around. I got caught in a nasty ambush and my suit took a real beating. My gliding membranes are torn, I blew something in one of my static shoes... Heck, there are just some bullet holes that need dealing with. I also could use help getting my grapple gun back into usable condition, though I might be able to figure that one out on my own. And I have one knockout gas grenade left, so if anyone could work backwards from there...

Right. Fact is, I'm the danger and daring-do half of the equation. Left my mad professor back home, y'see. Can anybody lend a hand?

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[threesovereigns]

I? For myself, I make sure to take a good breakfast first. Good food is one of life's greatest pleasures.

[Lazy as a cat in a sunbeam, Zevran rolls up to sit with one hand propping his chin as he studies Kit.]

What is fascinating is that you mention demons in the same breath as you speak of technology. Most who know such creatures come from realms where magic holds sway.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Izzat so? Nah, we got both. Used to be the boss would waste a whole ton of time complainin' about spooky magic stuff bein' impossible, but we got bored of that, so he just invented doodads to mess with magic instead.

[She smiles nostalgically. Ah, youth.]

Really ticked off the council of mages, too.

[threesovereigns]

It seems to be the nature of mages that wherever they appear, councils and circles soon form after... and they are frequently entertaining to annoy.

[Memories of baiting Morrigan, apostate though she may be and thus free of any Circle machinations, lend a little curve to the corners of Zevran's mouth. Conspiratorially, he ventures] What is life without the chance of an ill-tempered fireball, after all?

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Specially when you're magic proof! Makes 'em so mad...

[Ah, memories.]

There aren't a lot of them left running around these days. Those days. Whatever you call the timeline you left at home.

[threesovereigns]

I think that one gets to call it whatever one likes... preferably over a shared bottle of something potent.

[This, apparently, is Zevran's personal remedy to existential crises of all sorts. There's a glint of something wry beneath his humour.]

But this magic proofing you speak of. If you should find some smith who can repair your gear, I should be curious to learn more.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

It's definitely handy, but I'm betting that getting it fixed will be the hardest part. The Boss and Doctor C invented it, so don't know what kind of luck I'll have.

[threesovereigns]

Well, should your luck favour you then by all means let me know.

[Almost as an afterhtought he thinks to introduce himself, so that any letting-know can actually happen.] You may call me 'Zevran'... although I also accept other, more inventive, titles if you can think of them.

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

Hmm, I think I'll call you... Peaches. I'm Kit.

[threesovereigns]

[She earns a laugh for that, and a Zevran informing her that] You. I like you. Let me know if there are any further outbreaks of derring-do. I may, perhaps, be interested in them.

[He may, definitively, be interested in rifling through the pockets and purses of any fallen bandits. But it is, after all, a time-honoured tradition.]

[girlinasquirrelsuit]

[She has the same habit, though unlike Zevran she delivers such ill-gotten gains to churches and charities.]

Sure thing, Peaches. Soon as I'm back in the game.